Erin/Dante
Life. Life? What did he mean? More than what he had already? His life was not enough for him? Well no, how could it be, he was trapped in someone else's body. Someone else's bo--- oh, he was kissing her. The train of thought that had just left the station was promptly derailed.
At first it had been just a meeting of their mouths -- she was too shocked to properly reply -- but slowly, as her uselessly hovering hands slowly lifted to touch the outside of his elbows, her eyes closed, and she returned the kiss.
A moment into the lip lock her eyes opened again, and she pulled away to stare at him. Did that just happen? She exhaled softly through her still parted lips, then rose her hand to brush at his lower lip with her thumb. Her lipstick had been on his mouth. Now it was not.
"Ehm," she said, rather eloquently. Her other hand dropped to her side. Was he just trying to shut her up? So she wouldn't ask questions?